How could hope exist here
In this place
Where people kill just so they can kill?

How could such a delicate mind bloom
And not be tainted black;
All the best minds are dark masses now
Blurred vision makes you cry poisoned pools of shit through festered crevices

That's right. Shit.
Give me back my eyes
I still need my sight
To see things
Things
In the man who gave his last dollar to save another
In the widow who waited for her dead lover to resurrect
In the amputated leg to grow back again

How could my mind breathe
In a place
Where people judge so they can stop being judged?

How could hope exist here
In this place
Where the most righteous justice has not visited yet?

But I guess I will have hope.